Over the Sea by Eva Jackson

The plugs are changed. It took me three days

To work out I could still charge phones on a two-prong

If nothing else.

The toilet haloes up with a different suspenseful gasp

And ends differently, low and quiet.

The rat is a rat, the yard

Scraped by roosters’ feet and a horde of men and a rim of bikes

And money on the question

Explains why we have heard this sound throughout the day

Crowing knows no limit, it is

Always rooster time.